Girls' Getaway: Miami (Find Your Fantasy) Read Free Page A

made for both of you.
    With one last saucy wink at your appearance, you emerge from the steamy bathroom to go get pampered.
     
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The Spa
    When you and your friend arrive at the hotel’s spa, you’re feeling more relaxed than you have in months. You ask her how you could possibly feel any more at ease. She just winks and smiles a secret smile. "Just wait and see," she says. "This place is famous."
    The attendant at the counter is a twenty-something male with golden hair and biceps that strain the sleeves of his t-shirt. He smiles and you wonder if this spa recruits their workers directly from Hollywood. He tells you that your special treatments have been arranged.
    Your friend hugs you and tells you to have fun. Then you’re both taken back to the treatment rooms by other gorgeous men who look like they could be the front desk guy’s hotter brothers.
    The man leading you asks if you’d like a glass of wine. You tell him you don’t mind if you do. He leaves you in a luxurious room and tells you to undress and put on the plush robe waiting on the bed. Once he’s gone, you take a better look around and realize this doesn’t look like any spa rooms you’ve been to before. Instead of the slim, raised cots you normally find in the places back home, this one has a Queen-sized bed with Egyptian cotton sheets and a fluffy duvet. Gauzy panels float down from the scrollwork canopy overhead.
    The hunk will be back any minute with your wine, so you strip off your sundress. Blushing, you realize you were so overcome after your shower you forgot to put on panties. But then you shrug because no one has to know but you. It’s your little secret, just like what happened in the shower.
    The robe is soft and slides deliciously across your skin, still fragrant from the shower. You tie the robe’s belt a brief moment before a soft knock sounds at the door.
    It opens to reveal a man who is even hotter than the one who showed you to the room. He has dark hair and olive skin. A lot like the man from the beach, you think. But it’s not him . Still, you admire the way his muscles bunch and stretch as he moves toward you. He smiles and you’re suddenly very aware that you’re naked under that robe.
    He hands you the glass of wine and tells you his name. Suddenly nervous, you take a couple of large swallows. He laughs and urges you to relax. From his back pocket, he produces a piece of paper. You look down and realize it’s a menu of services.
    In addition to the standard facials, Swedish massages, and pedicures, there’s a section that lists a special package. It’s called “Lady’s Choice.”
    “I see you’re looking at our special,” he says.
    When you ask about it, he smiles like you did something right. “Lady’s Choice,” he says, “is where you get to choose any service you desire.”
    He looks up at you from beneath his dark lashes.
    “Anything,” he says again, “The full treatment.”
    You blush immediately because it’s very clear he’s not talking about a foot massage.
    “Full?” you whisper.
    He nods and his eyes scan your form slowly. “Very full.”
    You lick your lips nervously. “I—I don’t know.”
    “If it helps, your friend already paid for you to have that package. You can choose anything you’d like, of course, but I have a specialty that I’d like to show you.”
    Heat winds its way from your face down to your sex. The possibilities he’s hinting at are too naughty, too scandalous to consider.
    His hand touches yours. The contact is electric and suddenly something naughty and scandalous is exactly what you’re craving. You look up at him from beneath your lashes. “What’s your specialty?”
    His hand slides up your arm to cup your elbow. He leans in close enough for you to smell his hot male